[Lyric] Hollow Thrills (Phonkdoctor Sloth)

Allow me to exceed your attention span
If you have to, fine yeah whatever man
It's a pity all you do's tryna make a brand
Claiming props while the whole style's second hand
Split your entire head in half
Phonksloth bringing heat like the weatherman
Keeping it oldschool like telegram
Meditating in the form of a pentagram

Let me show you what a rhyme is
Many torn faces been captured inside my eyelids
The phonkscientist designing higher alliance
Seen enough violence, a product of my environment
Iller than the mc's you down with, foulmouthed
Roaming the ocean like a clownfish
Rugged & raw's what the sound is
Room stays clouded in smoke
Putting my money where my mouth is

No need to debate bout who's the darkest
Urge for progress, it ain't a motherfucking contest
And i dont really know why, but i'm still writing rhymes
On some ill type of high, hollow thrills baby

Merciless goon, my urge is to worship the moon
Like a feral born witchchild searching for truth
Cursed from the womb, he couldn't find a purpose to choose
Now it's locked inside a harddrive bursting with tunes
Digging for loops, even when i'm not in the mood
Just another soul tryna keep it's conscience in tune
Will i live to be one hundred and two
Or leave a young looking corpse staring at the dawn of our doom?

And even though i know i need to detox
I stay clinging onto these trees just like an ewok
May the phonk linger on for endless epochs, for we got
Flavor to make sure that the beat knocks
Lifted off of blue cheese
My phone can't spell W, so i'm tying two V's
Sparking up some rubies
As to why, i dont even got a fraction of a clue g

And i dont really know why, but i'm still writing rhymes
On some ill type of high, hollow thrills baby